"Vicious minds abound with anger and revenge are incapable of feeling the pleasure of forgiving their enemies."
-- Philip Dormer Stanhope Chesterfield (1694-1773), 4th Earl of Chesterfield English politician, writer
Disclaimer- Don't own anything. (These get shorter every time)
Screaming, dying, fire, green lights, cold, lifeless eyes, anger, blood, evil, gone, all gone
"Lily take Harry and go! It's him! Go run! I'll hold him off!"
"Not Harry, Not Harry! Please I'll do anything!"
"Stand aside. Stand aside girl."
"Not Harry. Please no, take me! Kill me instead!"
"Avada Kedarva!"
Screaming, dying, fire, green lights, cold, lifeless eyes, anger, blood, evil, gone, all gone
"You freak! You're worthless!"
"This you're fault, freak, all your fault"
"You'll get what freaks deserve!"
Screaming, dying, fire, green lights, cold, lifeless eyes, anger, blood, evil, gone, all gone
"Wands out, d'you reckon?"
"Yeah."
"Kill the spare"
"Avada kedarva"
Screaming, dying, fire, green lights, cold, lifeless eyes, anger, blood, evil, gone, all gone
It seemed to take Sirius an age to fall: his body curved in a graceful arc as he sank backwards through the ragged veil hanging from the arch
"He's gone Harry"
Screaming, dying, fire, green lights, cold, lifeless eyes, anger, blood, evil, gone, all gone
"Stand aside. Stand aside girl.
"Kill the spare"
"Freak"
"Avada kedarva"
"He's gone Harry"
Screaming, dying, fire, green lights, cold, lifeless eyes, anger, blood, evil, gone, all gone
Gone, gone, gone, gone
I woke up in a sweat, like I've done all these days after Amstone, I was shaking again, these images constantly in my head, it made me sick, speaking of sick. I got up out of the hospital wing bed, and ran to the bathroom, and threw up. I always threw up; it was a wonder why no one heard me. My breath was uncontrolled as I screwed my eyes shut over the toilet, I leaned my back against the wall, hitting my head heavily on the metal stall. I rubbed the bridge of my nose, shaking my head roughly.
I glanced at my watch, it was 11:00 at night, I wondered why my nightmares couldn't wait till, like before 6:00 am, or something at least a little close to that. My stomach lurched again, and I hastily threw my head over the toilet, emptying my stomach's contents into it. I ran my hand threw my sweat-drenched hair, extremely tired. I wondered if I would ever regain my strength fully. I spread out my hand and used my elemental powers to cool me off with a small breeze. I didn't have much strength, but this came naturally, like breathing.
I sighed, and shakily drew myself up, flushing the toilet, and slowly walking back to my bed. I tried to calm myself, slowing down my breath. My legs felt like jelly, and I was running a fever, still. This was bloody annoying, for I couldn't tell if I was hot or cold and I didn't have much energy, I felt so lethargic. Walking to the bed was a hassle, when just yesterday I was able to run a mile! I shook my head out of my irritation and continued to walk to my bed. I kept on getting dizzy spells, so I stopped every few seconds to steady myself.
"What are you doing up?" I heard a voice say in a whisper, it was Sirius, again. I jumped in surprise, and almost fell, but Sirius grabbed my arms and kept me stable. He helped me to my bed, and I plopped on it, tiredly.
"I leave you for fifteen minutes and you're already trying to walk around." He said exasperatingly. He put his hand on my head and shook his own.
"And you're still running a high fever, how you even got the strength to walk is beyond me."
I smiled weakly, trying to stay awake; my brain was so foggy, it was hard to think straight. I watched as he gently traced the scars on my face, frowning slightly, anger quickly flittered across his eyes, but it was gone so fast I thought I imagined it. He looked at me, concerned, something I would expect.
"Why aren't you asleep, I'm sure you're tired." He said quietly, I shrugged.
"'m not tired." I said, closing my eyes, and opening them quickly, he laughed softly.
"Oh sure, and the closing eyes and slurred speech is all just apart of your regular routine." He smirked. I just nodded, not really paying attention to him, just trying to stay awake.
"Harry, you need sleep, c'mon, take this potion." He said, taking a potion from the bedside table and bringing it towards me. I moved my face away and shook my head, protesting feebly.
"No Si'ius, I'm s'not tired." I said, not really caring if I sounded like a toddler, Sirius just put the potion down and frowned.
"Harry, why don't you want to go to sleep?" He asked.
"S'not tired" I said slowly, yawning afterwards.
"Uh-huh, let my rephrase the question. Harry, Why are you avoiding sleep and lying to me. When you're clearly tired and running a high fever?" he said, firmly. I sighed and rubbed my eyes under my glasses, and stared at him, maybe this is a good time to gain some trust.
"Nightmares, I've been having them a lot lately." I said, quietly, and for once clearly. Sirius looked at me sympathetically, running his hand through my hair.
"About what?" he asked, I shrugged
"Everything, everything I've ever experienced but worse." I said shortly, my voice quivering slightly. I looked away quickly, my eyes watering, suppressing the shudder.
"Harry, you don't have to hide it, look at me." He said gently, I looked at him, his face strained with emotion, "I know I was angry this morning, but that doesn't mean I don't care for you, I want to be there for you when you're smiling just as much as I want to be there with you crying. I know we have a lot to go through, you built yourself quite the monstrosity, and it'll be hard to get over, but you're not in on it alone, I'll never leave you alone, if I can help it." He said, drawing me closer,
He comforted me, it felt as if his very presence warded off all the images, for he was one nightmare that wasn't real, he was here, not gone. He was with me. I let go of my front, allowing a few tears for all the pain I've been through, and fell into a peaceful sleep.
"AAAAAH!"
I woke up blearily to a sound of someone screaming, I got up, my joints a bit sore, but less tired than I usually was. I look around to see Sirius' panic-stricken face, staring at my forearm. He was acting like I had the dark mark or something.
"Sirius, what are you screaming about?" I asked, trying to shake off my sleepiness.
"Harry, stay still and absolutely calm." He said, slowly and carefully, I looked at him perplexed.
"What? Why?" I asked, cocking my head to the side.
"Don't ask questions Harry, there is a poisonous snake on your arm." He said cautiously. I looked at my arm to see Silas (yes I know I didn't mention his name but it's Silas okay!) and I quickly realized what Sirius was talking about and started laughing.
"Harry, I'm not joking; there is a snake on your arm." He said sternly, that just made me laugh harder. After I caught my breath, Sirius was looking very annoyed.
"I'm serious!" he said waving his arms around wildly, forgetting about the snakes, more focused on my strange reactions and the fact I wasn't showing any sign of believing him.
"I know you're Sirius!" I said; I knew it was stupid but it just set me off on a laughing fit again. Sirius crossed his arms looking slightly flustered.
"Harry, there. Is. A. lethal. Snake. On. Your. Arm." He said slowly, as if I were mentally challenged.
"I. know. Sirius. And. His. Name. Is. Silas." I said, smirking at Sirius' dumbstruck face.
"W-what! Why the heck do you have a snake that dangerous for a pet! You could've asked me, if you wanted a garden snake or something, not that that, thing!" he said, pointing at the snake.
"I didn't ask for it to be my pet, it chose to be my pet." I replied. Sirius rolled his eyes, and threw his hands in the air.
"I give up, next time warn me when a pet that can kill me wants to be you're new best friend." He said; I just shook my head at my melodramatic godfather. I heard someone bustle in.
"What's all the racket in here? Mr. Black you know better, keep your voice down!" Madame Pomfrey scolded, Sirius just gestured to me, and Madame Pomfrey turned around, looking slightly startled.
"Mr. Potter, you're awake, Wonderful. Now I can give you a proper check up!" she said, I groaned, I hated anything that involved the hospital wing, check ups were right up there with sleeping potions and bed rest.
"Oh stop your groaning, check-ups are absolutely necessary, and after all you've been through you'll be going through them quite a lot. My goodness, when are we going to get a decent defense teacher that doesn't have it in for you, Mr. Potter?" She started to jabber, while I aimlessly listened to her, as she examined me. Sirius just reclaimed his over-protective godfather role, hovering over Madame Pomfrey, reading the piece of parchment as the words appeared on it. Telling my temperature and whatnot. By the way Sirius was looking at the paper, I guess my health wasn't up to par. Madame Pomfrey just nodded her head at it, and finished in a few minutes; the parchment rolled itself up and floated to the table.
"Well you're still running a fever which is understandable, it'll probably last a few days but that's the least of your concerns. Your magical energy is very low, it's been focusing on sustaining you, that will take at least a week or two to regain fully, and you'll need plenty of sleep and food. Going a week with barely any sleep or food is not good, and training on nothing is definitely not good. You've pushed your body to the limits Mr. Potter, and lasted a whole week on nothing, unbelievable. I'll get you some potions." She said, walking to her cabinet, muttering under her breath of irresponsible teenagers with their health.
She grabbed a few potions, and bustled back. Sirius, who grabbed the piece of parchment, was reading it thoroughly. She set the potions on the table, and called Sirius' name, Sirius threw the paper aside.
"Well, Mr. Black, as he will be staying in your quarters these will be the potions to give him everyday for a week. This is a nutrition potion, this is a sleeping draught, this is an energy potion, here's a fever reducing potion, and finally a calming potion just in case he's shaking or if it's a hard night." She said, giving me a sympathetic look, which I really didn't appreciate, all these potions made me look weak and pathetic.
Madame Pomfrey shrunk the potions and handed them to Sirius, Sirius took them and put the in his pocket.
"Well you can take him to your quarters Mr. Black, but make sure he doesn't over exert himself, you can floo there if you'd like, I'm sure It would be much easier than walking." She pointed out, Sirius nodded and headed to my bed. I pushed myself up, carefully getting out of my bed, swaying a bit.
"Whoa Harry, here let me help you." Sirius said, steadying me by holding my arm, I hated feeling like I was weak; I mean how am I supposed to fight in a surprise deatheater attack, when I can barely walk. We walked to the fireplace and Flooed to Sirius's place.
By the time we got there, Hermione and Ron were in the room waiting patiently. I flushed with embarrassment, of needing help to walk to my bed. Stupid fever, stupid arse stone, stupid life! I sat on my bed, and Ron and Hermione came over.
"Remus let us come in, he knew Sirius' password." Ron said, looking me over. Sirius left the room, to give us time alone. We sat there staring at each other, till Ron broke the silence again.
"That was really stupid of you Harry." Ron said, Hermione glared at Ron.
"Ron!" she exclaimed, I shook my head in amusement, and intercepted Hermione's upcoming lecture.
"'Mione it's fine, I know what I did was really stupid, I'm really sorry guys. I don't know where my head was at." I said apologetically.
"Or if you had a head at all." Ron pointed out, Hermione smacked him on the back of the head, and I laughed. Ron scowled rubbing the back of his head.
"Yeah, do you guys know what's going to happen to Amstone, No one will tell me anything besides go to sleep and drink your potions." I asked.
"All we know is were not supposed to tell anybody about Amstone, or about you're condition, Amstone is coming back tomorrow, I guess they're planning a surprise or something like that." Hermione answered, Ron nodded.
"I wish I could see it, but I can barely step a toe out of this bed." I said, looking longingly at the doorway.
"Well don't worry; I'm sure you can arrange a pensieve or something. Oh yeah, the phoenix fires say get well." Hermione said.
"We better go, Hermione. Breakfast is almost over!" Ron said, staring at his clock. Hermione rolled her eyes, I stifled a laugh.
"Fine! Good-bye Harry, take care of yourself, see you in the afternoon, I'll bring your schoolwork! Come on Ronald!" Hermione said smirking as she ran out of the room. Ron scowled.
"Bye Harry, I'll try and distract Hermione from giving you schoolwork." He said hastily running out yelling out to Hermione to not call him Ronald. At these times I wondered why we were friends with the constant bickering. Sirius came in not a minute later with a tray of food. I groaned, not food, I have a fever for Merlin's sake shouldn't I get out of the whole eating thing.
"C'mon Harry, last time I checked you were a human being, and human beings need food to survive. I swear you're the hardest person to take care of when they're sick." He said, laying the tray of food on my bed.
:Next Night:
(I'm skipping to revenge! It's going to be in third person, due to Harry's Absence)
Remus and Sirius, walked down the corridor to the DADA classroom. It had been a long day, and Sirius was itching to beat Amstone up. Harry was gradually getting over his fever, but the haunted look would be harder to get rid of. It pained both of them to look at. Aurors were stationed at all corners of Hogwarts, and watching the office closely, incase of a mishap, and to make sure Sirius didn't hurt Amstone…….too much, but no one mentioned this to Sirius, they just kept a close eye.
Dumbledore was furious when he heard about Amstone, yet another Evil, maniacal DADA teacher that slipped right under his nose. He agreed whole-heartedly with Sirius and Remus, their plan was perfect. Amstone was going to find out what happened when you piss off the Marauders. They finally reached the DADA door, and Sirius was cracking his knuckles, Remus nudged Sirius, who opened the door quietly and walked in softly.
He glared down at Amstone who was grading assignments; he had a stack of them. He wanted so much to hurt him right there, to kill him, to rip his bloody eyes out. When he looked at Amstone, all he saw was red.
"You're late, what would you're guardians do if they found out you were slacking on you're special training?" Amstone snarled, it took all Sirius had to not beat him up right there. He answered calmly, instead.
"I don't know, but I'm sure they wouldn't mind at all." He said loudly, Amstone jumped at Sirius voice and got up quickly and giving a nervous smile.
"Sirius, you're here, how are you, I haven't seen you in days." He said, walking around his desk to shake his hand, Sirius gritted his teeth and glared at the outstretched hand, all that went through his head was, TRAITOR. He looked up slowly in Amstone's eyes, and his hand deftly grabbed the traitor's neck, lifting him up slowly and forcing him against the wall.
Though Amstone was very strong, no one would be able to get out of an angry Sirius' hand. Amstone struggled to breath, and Sirius almost looked crazed, as he held him high in the air by the neck. A gentle hand grabbed Sirius' shoulder; Sirius' head turned around and looked at a reproachful werewolf.
"Sirius, this wasn't how we planned it, you can't kill him." He said, Sirius, stared at him, as if it was a battle of wills, the stronger will one and Sirius loosened his grip shoving Amstone to the floor. Amstone was breathing deeply, trying to control his breathing rate; he looked up at Sirius, with sorrow in his eyes.
"Why are you guys doing this? I haven't done anything!" he said, desperately, staring at Sirius. Sirius faltered for a second, but stood firm on his belief.
"Tim, I'm tired of playing your games, you hurt my godson, and it doesn't go well with me. I know all about your little invention, and beating up my godson. I know a lot of things." Sirius said coldly, he sneered at Amstone. Amstone slowly got up and looked down for a second.
"Maybe I was too hard on him, he was kind of mad at me on Friday, because he wanted to skip a week to hang out with his friends, but I knew he needed the training so I told him no, and he got angry. By no means did I lay a finger on him, I've been giving my time to him out of the kindness of my heart, I think you're godson is lying Sirius, you shouldn't believe what he is saying. Don't worry, you're not a failure, all teens lie at that age, and he seems to make tall tales quite a lot. He just wants the attention." He said, shaking his head sympathetically.
"YOU BASTARD!" Sirius roared, this time Sirius did see red, right after he punched Amstone in the nose. Remus pulled Sirius away, and tried to look disapproving but couldn't muster the look with the broad grin on his face. He shook it off.
"Sirius, why don't you sit down? Amstone and I will talk for a while you calm down." Remus said, Amstone just moaned in agreement, holding his bloody, probably broken nose. Sirius clenched his fist and sat down roughly on a chair. Remus looked at Amstone carefully, and calmly sat down.
"So, what have you been teaching Harry." Remus said pleasantly, putting a hand up to stop Sirius from interrupting, Sirius just glared at Remus, trying to figure out what he was getting at. Amstone looked pleased, as he quickly mended his nose.
"We've been going by the book I gave him, and just that, nothing practical yet." He said, slightly smug, Remus nodded his head.
"Harry told me you reviewed Patronus' on Monday; it would've been good if you did a practical then, he makes a beautiful Patronus." Remus said, smiling. Amstone nodded,
"Oh, yes, I would've let him, but I didn't want to drain him too much, you know growing kids, need their strength." Amstone said, laughing slightly, Sirius growled in the background.
"Yes, and on Wednesday, you did magically enhanced muggle weapons." He said in interest. Amstone nodded, puffing up in pride.
"Oh, and I can't forget the wonderful lesson about the mechanics on the robes that makes you invincible to hexes." Remus said grinning strangely.
"Yes, those were great." He said hesitantly, Remus turned around to Sirius.
"See Sirius, Amstone did teach Harry something." Remus said, Sirius stood up, now very angry with a certain werewolf.
"Remus" he said warningly, as Amstone stood in the background, looking ecstatic. Remus grinned.
"He taught Harry how to lie horribly!" Remus said, whirling around, his voice gruff and filled with suppressed anger, his eyes flashed gold as he saw Amstone's smile fade to a face contorted with anger. He took a step towards Amstone.
"Telling me that you taught Advance and rare Auror techniques from a beginner Auror book makes your lies worse, you despicable piece of filth!" Remus spat, it was Sirius' turn to look ecstatic.
Amstone just stuttered, and looked with unbelief at the book-crazed werewolf, who had read the book Amstone gave to Harry.
"I didn't do anything that your bratty godson said." He said angrily, Remus pushed Amstone roughly aside and opened all of Amstone's drawer till he took out a helmet, with a manual right by it. He opened it with a deep frown, paling slightly.
"You shouldn't leave the evidence lying around Tim!" Sirius roared as he watched Remus flip through the manual, by the end of it Remus was shaking with anger, he dropped the manual, and anyone near him would've swore he roared like a wolf.
Sirius picked it up and found that it wasn't a manual. What it was made him want to throw up; made him want to kill Amstone; made him want to run to his godson, hold on to him and never let him go. It was journal, it explained all of Harry's reactions, all the torture he went through how long he went through it, in great detail, one excerpt was the following:
Day 3 Three hours of Helmet
The helmet was put on him and turned to high, he gripped the sides of his chair seeming like he was resisting. His head was shaking as he moaned, and tried to get the helmet off. He did the position for about a half an hour. Gradually his moaning got louder, as his hands clenched so tightly his nails dug into his skin and blood started to drip, beautiful blood. He started to scream in agony after and hour and a half, trying even more desperately to take the helmet off, but no, he won't get it off, I put a sticking charm on him.
The pathetic little orphan started calling for his mommy and daddy, telling Voldemort to stop. Idiotic boy, doesn't he realize it's an illusions, it's hard to write this as I laugh while he screams. He screams for it all to stop, for everyone to come back, to not leave him alone. He claws at his face and more of the sweet, beautiful blood drips from his face, under the masking charm he put on himself. He falls off his chair, and knocks his head on the table, OH, that's going to leave a mark, wonderful!
I remove the helmet, as he's on the floor crying; crying for people who died years ago, what a pathetic boy. His voice is too sore to talk, and he is shaking, too weak to do anything. What a weakling, a wretched orphan. He gets up, controlling what's left of his composure, still shaking, but with the hideous look in his eyes. Why won't it go away! I slap him down, and he falls to the floor, he struggles to get enough energy to get up, I laugh at him, and he leaves.
Sirius couldn't read anymore of it, anger was to the highest boiling point. His Godson had to go through this, that bloody maniac did this to him, that sick bastard even wrote it down! Remus already had his wand pinned to his temple. Looking livid, Sirius never seen Remus so angry, the only time he came close was when he told Snape how to get in the shrieking shack. Sirius was too angry to think of trivial things like wands, he kicked him down on the ground, his foot on his stomach.
Sirius bent down and started punching him in the face, he struggled to get out, but Remus snarled and kicked him down. After a few minutes of beating Amstone to a bloody pulp, the aurors lazily walked in, in a leisurely pace. They calmly told Sirius and Remus to get off, so quietly that it took Remus and Sirius five minutes to stand back. The aurors, roughly dragged Amstone away, not caring they were dragging him by his broken arm or the fact his ankle was sprained.
Sirius and Remus were breathing hard; Sirius quickly muttered a spell to clean himself off and ran to his room. He needed to be with his godson, he ran into the room to find Harry shaking slightly, as he usually does. He seemed feverish, which was normal, Harry looked up slightly startled; he gave Sirius a shaky smile. All Sirius could see was the haunted eyes, the showed Harry screaming, and falling on the floor, crying calling for his parents.
Sirius didn't see a pathetic little boy; he didn't see a weakling or a wretched orphan. He saw his godson, who had the world on his shoulder with all the people shooting at him. He ran to his godson, and held him tightly. Harry leaned in, drawing in the comfort he felt from his godfather. He felt the shaking go away, as Sirius sat there holding on his godson, never wanting to let go. Harry didn't mind, he didn't mind at all.
A/N: Okay, done with that chapter, would I of had it done sooner, but at least it wasn't too long of a wait. I may have a little more revenge in the next chapter, and maybe some action. I don't know I'll have to write it, I'm looking forward to writing some really cool action sequences with the trio, they haven't been able to show their powers to the full extent yet, it'll be fun! Hope you enjoy, thank you for all the reviews, they were wonderful! Please review some more!